#linvalehqstart

[darreth-thehand]

Azrael drank the bourbon of love.

Azrael had stumbled a little away in a corner, having dropped the glass of bourbon he had been drinking at. He wanted to find his husband. But he was elsewhere. Something didn’t feel right, and Azrael let out a growl of frustration. He held the wall, his eyes went blurry and his head spun. He shook it. Something was happening to the large wolf man, and he didn’t know what. All of a sudden...the spinning stopped. Azrael panted and turned around. Not knowing, his regularly blood red eyes had softened in glow, and temporarily turned to their former brown hues. His throat felt dry, and his forehead had some sweat on it, which he wiped away. His vision though...it was strange. It was almost as if there was a rosy tint in his sight. Someone was approaching and checking on him, and his vision slowly cleared, eyes locking with the individual. Upon looking at him, he smiled. Not his usual charismatic smirk or his smug grin. But it was soft...and caring. His heart was beating a mile a minute just looking at the individual. He felt...giddy, and this was nothing like his usual self but it was as if Azrael couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry,” he said, a gentle tone in his voice, “I must’ve had too much to drink. I...sorry. You look...you look so stunning tonight. You’re taking my breath away. I’ve never noticed how....beautiful your eyes are.” Azrael moved closer to the other. “I feel like...this connection’s awakened. Don’t you feel it too? Feel my heart...it’s beating for you.” He took the other’s hand and placed it on his chest, never once unlocking their eyes. “I think I’m in love with you...”

[remy-lavine-blog]

Dark Corners

Remy curled into a tight little ball. His small stature allowed him to be just out of reach of prodding fingers. Not that he didn’t deeply desire to bite them. That would only lead to pain. Remy wasn’t averse to pain. In fact, at times he craved it. But tonight he just wanted to rest.

After being brought here, Remy did his best to act out with aggression. To warn whomever wanted to mess with him that he would not go easily. He would not bow down. He was feral. It lead to a lot of blood shed. Most of it being his. But he couldn’t just give in. 

As someone approached his cage he stiffened. His lip curled into a soundless snarl of warning. 

[pettallmadge]

A steady supply of food, water, and a place to sleep were all part of the reason why he’d surrendered himself to Linvale - he was safer here, within the city, than he was outside of it. At least, here, he had a roof over his head and the ability to sleep with both eyes shut. The pet thing was new, going by a number as opposed to his name was new, but Samuel knew that he could adjust. He was moldable, he could fit into this life as easily as he fit into his nomadic lifestyle for the past few years. He had just finished his morning workout - something he’d picked up doing when he was living nomadically - when he saw someone passing by his cell. He looked up, wiping some sweat from the back of his neck as he greeted them with a slightly rough voice from disuse. “Good morning...”

[jcmesbrcndon]

    james wrapped his arms around himself, curling up on a bench. he just wanted to disappear for a while and while he unfortunately couldn’t do that, this felt like a place that he could at least pretend. “can you just pretend to be a nice person and not sit beside someone that clearly doesn’t want company? please.” sure he wanted company, but this arrangement had been nice without.

[oliverrtwist]

Oliver was seated outside on the floor surrounded by a bunch of floating random metal parts, face twisted up in deep thought as he tried to figure out how to piece them together. He'd spent weeks scavenging the city for them during the time he was allowed outside in order to build a refracting telescope. It had been so long since the last time Oliver had gazed up at the sky or even seen a star and it wasn’t long before he decided to build himself one after getting sick of staring at the walls of his cell. This telescope would be a little different from the one Oliver used to own though as it would have a bit of magic in it to make it easier for him to see the planets in the daytime without danger since he couldn’t go out at night. He'd tried to work with what little he had, and already managed to build the main parts, but was now having issues with attaching them. Oliver had been trying to screw the nail in but it wasn't fitting no matter how hard he had tried and had finally lost his patience. "God, it's going to take forever to build this thing!" Oliver shouted in frustration and ran his hands through his hair. “I wish I had money!” He whined.

[gabrielhawthorne]

"I know I’m getting old because I’m offered things I would’ve jumped on when I was younger and all I can think is ugh,” Gabe complained to his companion.  “I used to be such a reckless and energetic brat when I was in my twenties.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m still up for fun. I don’t think anyone can survive as a pet otherwise. But now I get an offer to go dancing and have extensive sex until 3 am, and... I just want to go to bed.” 

He tried to slid a finger under the collar, and grimaced as its tightness. “If it were still metaphorical, I’d tell you I’d sell my soul to the devil to keep up with my 23-year old self.” 

[marcus-myers]

Marcus was terribly bored. He sat at a bar with a beer and a frown. “What’s a person got to do to get some play around here?” He muttered to himself. He supposed he could take another trip to the cells. Find a pretty little thing to take home with him for the night. But that took work and he was feeling very lazy tonight. He wanted the fun to just come and find him. When someone came and sat with him he smirked. “Well hello there....fancy a night of canoodling?” 

[redtasted]

OPEN STARTER | ITEM SELECTED: bloody mary

A FERVOR LAST FELT when his being had first been stopped, then changed eternally. back when he felt warmth for the last time, and began to experience thirst in a whole different light. it was akin to being made of live wires, irritated & submerged into charged water. then, your stomach seems to cave in on itself; the type of hunger that makes you feel unrecognizable. the kind that makes you look at your reflection and see nothing but intent; a task. like this, maximus was a SELF SERVING BEAST, all of his imperfections crawling to the surface, clawing, competing selfishly for survival.

it’s not long before he spots a suitable target. their smell had risen above the others with flying colors, making a home in his senses. one thing was clear; he had to have them. “you’re not really roaming around here alone, are you?” there’s a strange, slow smile blooming between bearded laugh lines, gaze burning   —  all ridden with less than compassionate intent. a few steps closer, hands interlocked neatly behind his back, “..best to stay close, don’t you think?”